The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

We drove out of the city and headed to a secluded countryside. Eventually, the car stopped in front of a two-story villa with a massive courtyard.

"Let's go. Time to work." The clown in the red mask gestured for everyone to get out of the car. As we filed out one by one, he handed us each a cigarette. The others were only too eager to accept the small token. I presumed that it must be a pre-work ritual or something, so I also took the cigarette that was offered to me. Instead of smoking it, however, I simply toyed with it between my fingers.

"Hey, why aren't you smoking?" The one in the blue mask elbowed me as he eyed my cigarette. "This is the good stuff, you know! Jack is so stingy and only gives them out when we have work to do. You'd better make the most of it."

I lowered the register of my voice, just as I had done earlier. "I haven't been feeling well these days and was told not to smoke. Whenever I do, I get violent coughing fits."

"Well, what's going to happen to that pretty little cigarette you've got there, then?" The man was practically licking his lips at this point.

"You can have it." I tossed the cigarette over to him and prayed that he would go away.

"Thank you. How very nice of you." The blue-masked clown was giddy as he tucked it inside his pocket.

I turned and walked away to a quiet corner, taking stock of our surroundings. The villa seemed to be the only building in the area, and by the looks of it, it had been built with a specific purpose.

my fortune that this was the base these criminals used for their human

You guys, come with me to bury the bodies. The rest, go inside and make sure the goods are okay. We can't have any more escapees." The one called Jack gestured at a handful o men to follow him.

the eye could see. High walls surrounded

if the commodity was the human body. The ground was covered in blood, and limbs were randomly strewn here and there. Clearly,

a seat and get some rest. It will be a while before Jack and the others get back." Unsurprisingly, without their leader, the other clowns proceeded to slack off

grabbed the opportunity to

find a room on the second floor where the abducted children were being held. The door was locked, but I could

knob, so I had no way of breaking them out for the time being. I needed

one of the clowns nodded at me as soon as

first step in training them

gone hungry for a day. They still have two more days to

long, the clown called

still carrying a shovel. He plopped on one of the benches and gulped down a pot of

lot will have

coming days. Should be around five to six years

it would be

them in order."